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Everything About You - Luke Castellan

Summary: You've been Luke Castellan's closest friend ever since he arrived at camp, but unbeknownst to you, he's been desperately crushing on you this whole time. And of course, the feelings are reciprocated. In hopes of getting over you, he agrees to give it a go with someone else. Will he realise how you feel before its too late?

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Ares!Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: uh sorry for shitting on that demeter girl sm, there needed to be some conflict somewhere

also please forgive me for this fic being crazy self-indulgent and therefore not up to par with my usual writing, i needed to express the obsession i have w this man otherwise I'd go INSANE

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You thought you knew everything about Luke Castellan.��

After 5 years of being best friends, how could you not? You knew about the big things in his life, his damaged mother, the strained relationship with his father. You understood his anger towards the gods, the way it fuelled him to be better, work harder.

You knew about the little things too. He liked green olives, not black ones. He always stuck his leg out from under the duvet when sleeping. He sucked at tightening his armour, always convincing you to do it for him.

You could recognise each and every one of his tells. He always cracked his knuckles before sparring. He scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous.

But the one thing you didn’t know about him was the way he felt about you. You, who was normally so observant, was entirely oblivious to the gentle touches and soft looks he threw your way. And that, more than anything, was driving him crazy.

“You gotta tell her how you feel man.” Chris said to him, noticing the way his gaze would constantly stray to the Ares table. Your table.

Luke scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’d rather die…”

“Yeah, well it’s driving me nuts. All this pining. It’s-”

“Pathetic? Tell me about it.” He responded, not taking his eyes off you.

“Well, yeah. It’s pathetic. At this point, either confess your undying love, or move on.”

Luke could safely say that neither of those options sounded particularly appealing.

“There’s that new girl, y’know the one in Demeter?” Chris continued.

“What about her?”

“She’s pretty cute, don’t you think?”

Luke tore his gaze away from you to look at the girl Chris was on about. She was pretty, sure, with pale blond hair and flushed cheeks. He recognised her as one of the girls that would always sit in the fields and entertain the kids with her flower magic. But still, she couldn’t hold a candle to you.

“Yeah, she’s fine I guess.” Luke responded, noncommittal.

“See, told you so! Look, how about I set you guys up-”

“No thanks.”

“Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, just talk to the Demeter girl at the campfire tomorrow.”

Luke opened his mouth again to refuse, but Chris cut him off.

“And if you do, I’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.”

Luke looked at his pleading face, and knew that there would be no shutting him up until he agreed.

“Fine. I’ll talk to her.”

The next morning, Luke woke up earlier than normal, so he figured he might as well get some extra training in before capture the flag in the afternoon.

He climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his many, sleeping, half-siblings, and grabbed his sword, stepping out of the cabin into the fresh morning air. He jogged down towards the amphitheatre, and was confused for a moment when he could hear movement inside the small arena.

Then, as he walked closer to the entrance, he realised it was you, slashing dummies left right and centre. And, gods, the sight took his breath away.

The early morning sun shone on your face, highlighting your sharp features. You moved like a dancer, and the sword in your hand was merely an extension of your body. Yes, they called him the best swordsman in the last 300 years, but his technique couldn’t compare to the grace of the favourite daughter of Ares.

He watched you for a few more minutes, standing just in the entrance to the amphitheatre, until he realised it might be a little creepy to stand there and watch you, so he decided to make himself known.

“What are you doing up so early?” He called out, striding forwards towards you.

You quickly spun around, a shocked expression on your face that softened into a fond smile when you realised it was just Luke who had snuck up on you.

“Oh, y’know, just preparing to beat your ass later on.”

“Aw, really? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.”

“Wanna test that, soldier?” You smirked, gesturing to the sword in this hand.

Luke laughed, stabbing the sword into the sandy floor and cracking his knuckles, meanwhile you took up an offensive stance.

And, as soon as he picked up his sword, you were on him, ruthlessly slashing through the air, and he barely had enough time to block the blow before you sliced through his face. He returned your strikes with equal vigour, moving with the precision and technique that he was so famous for.

With the way the pair of you fought, anyone would think you hated one another, trading blow for violent blow, both of you refusing to hold back.

Of course, it was the complete opposite, but that had never stopped the pair of you from sparring so aggressively.

The session went on for close to half an hour, neither of you wanting to surrender to the other. Eventually you were bested, as Luke sent your sword flying from your hand, holding his own up to your throat.

You held your hands up in defeat, rolling your eyes at him, before moving to sit down at the edge of the arena.

“I’m still gonna win in capture the flag today.” You remarked, your voice strained from physical exercise, but jovial nonetheless.

“As talented as you are,” He responded, sitting down next to you, “You're not gonna be able to beat Annie’s new strategy.”

“And what might that be?” You said, shuffling closer to the boy.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased.

You pretended to sulk at that, turning your body away from him in the process. Luke frowned, pulling your arm to turn you to face him again.

“Don’t be sad. Even if I told you you still wouldn’t win.”

“Whatever. Asshole.” You mumbled.

“What did you call me?” He asked, accusatory, and you quickly made your escape, running out of the amphitheatre to avoid his wrath.

But, of course, he managed to catch up with you easily, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked.

Somehow, you both telepathically communicated a need for breakfast, and your feet naturally led you both to the pavilion.

“I’ll see you later on, yeah?” You asked, detaching yourself from him to look him in the eyes.

“Mhm. Can’t wait to kick your ass.”

You laughed, cocking your head at him, “Why are you thinking about my ass Castellan? Bit weird.”

And then you were striding away towards Clarisse, leaving the Hermes cabin counsellor frozen, a faint blush covering his face.

Maybe Chris was right. His addiction to you was getting slightly out of hand.

“That boy is so obsessed with you.” Clarisse muttered, her voice derisive as you sat down opposite her.

“Who? Luke?”

“Who else?”

“Nah, no way.” You responded, chuckling as you grabbed a slice of toast from the centre of the table.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. How oblivious could you be?

“Whatever. As long as your little romance doesn’t get in the way this afternoon.”

“No chance. Besides, there is no romance. Gods, you’re just as bad as Silena!” You laughed, slightly sheepishly.

“Rude. But still, she’s right about these things like 90% of the time.”

Silena had been trying to get you to admit that you liked Luke for months, but each time she brought it up you would staunchly deny it. Of course, you were lying through your teeth, but it’s not like you could just admit something like that. It would open up a whole can of worms that you didn’t need.

“Yeah, well this is the 10% then.” You shrugged, taking another bite of your toast.

“You’re impossible.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I’m your favourite sibling.”

“You were my favourite. I don’t know anymore.”

“Bitch.”

When Ares and Hermes were on opposing teams, suddenly capture the flag became even more serious.

Ares, of course, was the warrior cabin. Their father was the god of war, making them the most feared in combat. And, most of Camp half-blood was scared shitless of you and Clarisse.

Then there was Hermes, and their automatic alliance with Athena. That meant they had Luke, the camp's star swordsman, and Annabeth and her siblings, who always came up with the best strategies.

It was safe to say that when they weren’t competing against each other, it was painfully boring.

You only had about half an hour before the game started, so after you had secured your armour and recovered your sword from the amphitheatre, you decided to seek out Annabeth, both because you enjoyed her company, and because she may spill something about her new strategy.

“Hey, Annabeth!” You called out, and the young girl spun around to give you a little smile.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how things are going over here, y’know, scope out the competition.”

“I’m not gonna tell you our strategy.” She deadpanned.

“Damnit. Oh well. What’ve you been up to, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

It was true, you hadn’t spoken to Annabeth for a few days, nor had you even seen her.

“She’s been too busy stalking the new kid.” Luke’s voice interjected and he stepped out of seemingly nowhere to pat the girl's head.

“Shut up! No I haven’t.” She sulked, pushing him off of her.

“Wait, which new kid is this? Percy?” You asked.

You’d seen Luke show the boy around camp. You’d been briefly introduced, but you hadn’t spoken to him all that much. The only other thing you knew about him was that Clarisse had a bit of an issue with him. Well, she had an issue with a lot of people, so that wasn’t exactly new.

“Yep. Can you believe it? My little sister has a crush!” Luke exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest.

Annabeth then gave him a small shove, before something clearly occurred to her, and she gave him that look that meant she had something on him. And whatever the blackmail was, it worked as he immediately held his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, sorry! You could never like a boy, I know that!”

Annabeth didn’t respond, simply glaring at him whilst you laughed. Sometimes, she really was intimidating. Despite being only 12 years old, she had a stare harsher than medusa.

“Anyway. You need to get going, otherwise you're definitely gonna lose.” Luke said, pushing you away by your breastplate.

“Fine.” You said, and were about to walk away when you noticed his own armour, as usual, wasn't done up properly.

You walked back towards him, sighing, and grabbed the straps on either side of his body, pulling them taut, doing the same for the guards on his forearms.

“You seriously need to learn how to do these yourself, soldier. One day, I might not be here to do them for you.”

“That’s not true. You’ll always be with me.” He whispered, more hopeful than certain about his statement.

You just rolled your eyes, grabbing his helmet out of his hands to push it on his head.

“There. Can’t have someone hurting your pretty face, can we?”

“Uh-”

“Bye, have fun losing!” You laughed, and then you were walking away, once again leaving a malfunctioning Luke in your wake.

“And you say I have a crush.” Annabeth snorted.

“Shut up.”

Pretty much as soon as you made it back to your team, the conch sounded, and Clarisse shouted at you to ‘get your ass over here’.

She then quickly outlined her plan to you as you both made your way deeper into the woods, the rest of your team splitting off at different points as you went.

You two, as well as a few others, were to be on the offensive, searching for the flag, meanwhile the rest of your team were either guarding the flag, or serving as distractions. It was a pretty typical strategy, but it had every chance of working, as long as you two were able to work out roughly where the other team's flag was.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t be at Zeus’ fist this time, that’s where Annabeth put it last time, and apparently she has a new strategy.”

“She could be lying to you?”

“Yeah, I guess. But it’s a place to start.” Clarisse reluctantly agreed, and the two of you moved further into the woods.

Along the way you came across a few of the blue team on border patrol, and the pair of you quickly disarmed them, you with your sword, and Clarisse with her electric staff.

You made your way down to the south edge of the woods, and it appeared that the number of blue troops were decreasing. Normally you would take that as meaning the flag wasn’t this way, but knowing Annabeth that could be some kind of purposeful bluff, so you kept going, until eventually you reached a dead end and had to choose a different direction.

“Ugh, the others better be closer than us I swear. I’m not losing again.” Your sibling said, batting aside a tree branch with her crackling staff.

“Yeah. I’m sick of having to listen to Castellan gloat.” You sighed, although the noise was more fond than anything else.

Clarisse rolled her eyes at your inability to keep him out of a conversation.

Then, there was a sudden noise of people crashing through the trees. You both raised your weapons, ready to defend yourselves, when you realised that they wore red helmets and were in fact, your siblings.

“Oi, Clarisse, we heard some of them talking that they’ve got the flag down at the creek! And that brat Jackson’s guarding it!”

You noticed the way Clarisse’s eyes filled with anger (and a little bloodlust).

“You keep going,” She said, “I’ll check it out with them.” She then patted you on the back and spun around, sprinting off into the woods.

“DUMBASS! IT’S PROBABLY A TRAP!” You yelled, cupping your free hand to your mouth, but either she didn’t hear you, or she didn’t care, because she gave no response.

You sighed, unable to believe how gullible your sister could be sometimes. But, you had nothing better to do than keep searching for the flag, so you kept walking, slashing through the undergrowth with your sword as you went.

Eventually you felt like you had covered the entire forest, and at a certain point you weren’t entirely sure if you were still in enemy territory or not.

That was until Luke Castellan burst into the clearing holding your flag.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked.

“Asshole.” You snapped, immediately leaping at him, sword in hand, just as you had during sparring that morning. God he loved your temper.

You then began to battle one another with even more zeal than earlier, your slashes quicker and your blows harder as you moved. It was strange the way you two sparred, it was like as soon as you were in combat you forgot that he was your closest friend and that you would die for him in a heartbeat. Instead all you could think about was winning.

He was so annoyingly graceful as he moved, each swish of his sword perfectly calculated to hit at a certain spot, each block and parry almost perfectly executed.

Of course, your anger at his flawless technique was only further intensified when you realised that one: he didn’t have a shield, and two: he was holding his sword in his non-dominant hand, with the flag in his dominant one.

You ground your teeth at that. How could you expect to ever beat him if he held his own so easily? Whenever you watched Luke Castellan fight, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was a son of Hermes, and not a son of Athena or Ares.

And, as always, he defeated you eventually.

He threw a blow at you that you couldn’t quite block, and the force of it sent you toppling backwards, and landing on your ass. He quickly lunged down too, pinning you to the floor and holding his sword to your throat, so close that it almost broke skin.

“Do you surrender?” He asked, grinning smugly down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how close his face was to yours.

“Never.” You spat, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

He sighed fondly, before moving upwards to press a quick kiss to your forehead and saying, “You’re so cute, y’know that?”

Now it was your turn to be left malfunctioning, your face bright red with astonishment as he leapt off of you, and ran away into the forest, leaving you behind, on the floor, and completely and utterly frozen.

And then you came back to your senses, pushing yourself off the floor and chasing after him.

“LUKE CASTELLAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You screamed, sprinting through the woods as fast as you could, but you knew there was nothing you could do to catch up, and you could faintly hear him laughing as those stupid long legs carried him over into friendly territory.

It appeared that a lot had happened during that game of capture the flag.

Luke had gotten your flag, and was about to go over and taunt Clarisse about it, but he immediately saw that she was even angrier than usual, and seemed genuinely upset.

He quickly went over to ask Annabeth what was going on, watching as you ran over to console her.

“Percy broke her staff.” She said, pointing to the shattered piece of wood in Clarisse’s right hand.

Luke winced. He knew how precious the girl was about that staff; it was the only token she had from her father. He was surprised Percy was even still breathing right now.

“Wait, where is Percy?” Luke asked.

“With Chiron. He got claimed.”

“What? By who-?”

“Posiedon.”

The boy’s jaw dropped.

“You’re joking. No fucking way.”

“Tell me about it. He could be the one, Luke.” The younger girl said, her voice quiet and hopeful.

“Hm. He could be. Don’t get your hopes up too high though, yeah?”

Annabeth sighed, but nodded nonetheless.

Luke then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, before beginning to walk away, intending to get a shower in before dinner, but Annabeth quickly stopped him in his tracks.

“Where are you going? It’s dinner, silly!”

“What, no it’s not-”

“Yes, it is. Campfire tonight, remember? Early dinner? C’mon, you’ve only been here for what, five years?”

Luke groaned, and suddenly all the adrenaline from Percy being claimed, and from winning capture the flag melted away, as he remembered the deal he had made with Chris the night before.

He traipsed behind the daughter of Athena on the way to the dining pavilion, suddenly dreading the rest of the evening.

As the pair entered the building, a cheer went up from the Hermes and Athena table, a few of their respective siblings rushing over to give them pats on the back and congratulations for their efforts.

Luke laughed along with them, eventually being dragged away from his sister to his own table.

Then dinner began, and it was as loud and raucous as usual, maybe even more so coming off the back of a capture the flag victory. But Luke was unusually quiet, pushing his food around his plate and taking the odd sullen bite. He could feel Chris’ eyes on him, probably pissed off he was sulking again, but he didn’t really care.

He could also feel another gaze on him, and he looked up, expecting it to be you, giving him a feeble glare or mouthing some stupid insult. But instead it was the girl from the Demeter table, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and smiling sweetly at him.

The boy felt slightly disappointed, but masked it with a grin of his own, winking at the girl before returning to his food.

He felt that strange sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to eat, but decided to push it away. What choice did he have? It’s not like you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so maybe Chris was right and he should give someone else a chance. Besides, how bad could it be?

As it turned out, it could be really bad.

Ok, maybe that was an overstatement. Really boring was probably more accurate.

As soon as they got to the campfire, Chris disappeared, but not before practically shoving Luke down beside the girl from Demeter, who let out a high-pitched giggle as he fell into her slightly.

And gods he wished he hadn’t agreed to his friends stupid plan. Because he then had to spend the rest of the evening being obnoxiously flirted with. And sure, she was nice, and quite pretty, but not in the way that mattered.

She didn’t take his breath away like you did. He couldn’t imagine searching for her face in a crowd. The whole thing was just dull.

And her laughter was grating. Really grating. There was no way she thought he was that funny, especially when he was giving mostly one word responses.

They had nothing in common. She liked lounging about in fields, playing games and making flower crowns, whereas Luke couldn’t think of anything worse. He’d much rather spend an afternoon sparring, or at archery, or even swimming in the lake.

All the things you liked to do.

He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about you, not whilst another girl was clamouring for his attention. It was cruel. But he couldn’t help himself.

And eventually he gave in, switching off from the conversation and settling for observing you through the flames.

Your hair was down right now, like it only ever was at dinners and in the early morning. You lounged back comfortably on the benches, smiling lazily and joking around with Clarisse and Silena. Your face was lit up by the flickering flames, complimenting you so well, like they just wanted to be near you, close to you. He couldn’t blame them.

And then your eyes met his across the fire, and he thought his heart was about to combust with the way you smiled at him. He recognised that smile. It was the one you reserved just for him.

At that moment he steeled his resolve to reject this Demeter girl, grab on to you and never let go.

But as he was about to do just that, he felt a slender hand wrap around his bicep, and he turned to the blonde girl next to him. And without any warning, she reached up and kissed him, snaking her arms up and around his neck.

He pulled away after a second, shock written all over his face. He quickly whipped around, looking to see if you saw that, praying that you hadn’t.

But you had. And you seemed just as shocked as he was, except there was something else in your eyes. Hurt.

Why were you hurt?

As you walked away from the campfire, you couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question. Why were you so hurt?

You had known for years that your pathetic crush on Luke would never amount to anything. He was just way out of your league. Perfect in every way.

He was so smart, and kind, and funny, and well-liked, and you just couldn’t compete with that. You were rough, and mean, and cruel, and angry. Why would he love someone like you?

Of course, you hadn’t seen the daughter of Demeter coming. But maybe you should’ve. She was everything Luke should want in a girl, gentle, sweet, feminine. Someone fit to be a girlfriend.

And let's face it. You were much more skilled in matters of the sword than matters of the heart.

You had always known this day would come. Eventually you’d have to let go of your best friend and come to terms with the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore (besides Annabeth).

So why were you so devastated?

You reasoned that it had to be the shock. Yes, it was surprising, that’s why you were reacting like this, running away from the campfire like a child, foolishly hoping that he would come running after him, when of course he wouldn’t. He’d stay with his new girlfriend.

“Hey!”

You whipped around, shocked to see the very boy you were just pining after running up to you.

“What?” You asked, snapping at him slightly, and immediately regretting it as he took on the look of a kicked puppy.

“Why’d you run away from the campfire?”

“Just needed some air.”

“You sure? I mean you look kinda-”

“I’m fine! Just fine! Now you can go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone!” You burst out, waving your hands around manically.

He looked shocked by your sudden shouting, probably because you had only genuinely been angry with him about three times in your whole friendship.

“Sorry. Just give me a minute, ok?” You said, your voice shuddering slightly. God it was pathetic, getting so worked up over a boy? You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You then turned around and began to walk away, but didn’t get far before a hand grabbed yours pulling you back.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said firmly.

“What?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even really know her name.”

He then apparently realised how that sounded, because he quickly amended his statement.

“Not like that. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t like her like that. She just kinda grabbed me.”

You stammered slightly, trying to regain composure. Right now you looked like a jealous loser, and while that is what you were, you didn’t want him to see you like that.

“Ok cool. I don’t care, y’know. Kiss whoever you want, man, not my problem!” You laughed although it was painfully strained.

“Again, not what I’m trying to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Nervous.

“So what are you-”

“I’m trying to say I’m in love with you!” He rushed out, holding you by the shoulders and staring directly into your eyes to try and get his point across.

“What?” You whispered, once again not able to believe your ears.

“I said I’m in love with you,” He repeated, slower this time, his voice more even, “I’ve been in love with you for so long, you have no idea. I was only talking to that girl ‘cause I thought I’d never have a chance with you. But then I realised that I don’t want some other girl. I only want you.”

You took in a sharp intake of breath, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity.

“You’re being serious?” You asked.

“Deadly serious.” He responded immediately, smiling sheepishly.

You paused for a minute, before whispering, “I love you too.”

Only then did he finally make his move, holding you gently by the face and bending down to kiss you.

And it was like a piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. It was painfully cliche, and it felt like you were in some dumb rom com, but kissing him really was like fireworks going off all over your body.

He clearly felt the same way, holding you by the back of the head and pulling you in further, closer, like he didn’t want to be apart from him ever again.

Eventually you both pulled away for air, and he looked at you with a smile of pure joy, until the shock of the whole situation hit him.

“Wait, so you really mean it?”

“I mean, I did just let you kiss me, didn’t I?”

“Good point. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised.”

“Fair enough. I mean, I had no idea you felt the same way.” You laughed, all the previous tension ebbing from your body.

“What, really?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised.

“Yes, really! How was I supposed to know? Besides, I didn’t think I was really your type.”

At that his eyes practically bulged out of his head in shock, more so than any other time that night.

“Not my type? You’re entirely my type! Not like it matters anyway when you're the most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life.”

You frowned, “Now you're just lying to me, Luke.”

“No I’m not. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He said firmly.

You looked at him, still slightly doubtful, but he was determined to fix that.

So he kissed you again, and suddenly all your doubts were swept away in his strong embrace as he kissed you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“Believe me now?”

“Yeah. And, I guess you’re pretty great too.”

He looked at you teasingly, daring you to elaborate, and for once you decided to stroke his ego.

“Fine. You're the most handsome, funny, charming man I’ve ever met in my life.”

That clearly satisfied him, because a wide grin wriggled its way across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror, because you both knew you meant every word.

“So does this mean you’ll give me a chance?”

“Yes. I’d give you a hundred chances.”

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lttl3babybug · 10 months ago

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Are you okay with people 18+ interacting? Do you do Hazbin Hotel requests

If so can you do headcanons or a fic about Alastor with a little who accidentally summoned him to Earth

@babiegurlmuffin

I am a-okay with people 18+ interacting as long as they’re here for complete sfw reasons and have a sfw account as I am still a minor myself! Thank you for asking sweetheart :3

Of course I can write that for you! You’re my first hazbin request! (Even tho I posted a stimboard before this, this has been sat in my request box for like 2 weeks now) How exciting!! Hope you like this!!

Crayon scribbles

Your day had been terrible to put it lightly, too loud, too bright, too much. So when you could retreat home to your little space god were you ecstatic, the calming hues of your room immediately setting your mind at ease. Between the pacifier between your lips and your comfiest outfit on you were ready for a relaxing night.

It was all going so smoothly, laying on the floor while an old Disney cartoon played on your laptop and cuddled up to an old deer plush. Red crayon in hand, happily doodling away until it started to burn, dropping it out of instinct. “Huh…” you mumble, maybe it was hand cramp. Attempting to pick it up again, once again you heard the singe of the paper as if touched your skin. This time it was accompanied by the loud static of ah old radio and a bright red light coming from your paper. Scrambling away, plushie in hand you watched as a figure formed at the centre of the light. Then it all stopped. And he was there.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance! I am Alastor, the radio demon, although I assume you knew that since you summoned me! Now how may I be of assistance?”

The large smile plastered across his face wasn’t helping the immense fear you felt, tears burning in your eyes as he held his hand out for you to shake, “Why are you here?” Your voice came out small and weak, cowering away from the self proclaimed ‘Radio Demon’ standing in the middle of your bedroom.

He bent down to meet your gaze, scanning your scared expression. “You don’t…know who I am?” he asked with a confused laugh. The radio filter over his voice wavering momentarily, you shook your head clutching the deer close to you. “Well, that makes things a lot more complicated doesn’t it?” He stood upright once again, pulling you with him.

“Whatever is going on here?” Alastor raised an eyebrow and prodded a few of your drawings and stuffies with his cane, a confused expression written across his face as he did so. He eyed up the pacifier in your mouth and hummed lightly, “aren’t you a little too old for that?” He mused, a smirk on his face. You shook your head, “No…no sir, I don’t think so”. You sounded so scared, so confused. It was almost getting to him. Almost. The picture of innocence stood before him, having accidentally summoned him with simple crayon scribbles. Well he couldn’t not play along! Tilting your chin up with his index finger and examining your features, “how old are you my dear?”

Such an innocent question, such a complex answer. “…4” you’d mumble past the pacifier, then it clicked in him. He’d seen this before in a few of his acquaintances at the hotel, “Why of course! How could I be so silly to think you were anything but I little fawn, well aren’t you just darling” he’d changed his demeanour quite rapidly. Pinching your cheek and straightening out your outfit so it sat right. This was new…and strange, but it felt right. Watching him fuss over you while he led you towards your bed, sitting down on it and patting the spot beside him and not knowing why, you sat next to him.

“My my, someone’s had quite the big day haven’t they?” He hummed, turning to to face him, “and what’s this one’s name?” He asked politely pointing towards your stuffed deer, “…’s called Lena” you mumbled from behind your pacifier. He hummed in content before looking around and spotting your laptop on the floor, “Hm, I see your a fan of those noisy screens.” A sense of distaste in his voice, you watched as he closed the laptop screen with his cane and pushed it to the side. “You’ll be having none of that while I’m here little one, just good old fashioned radio” Alastor proudly declared, standing up and tapping his cane on the floor.

That horrible scratchy static returned until he bonked it once again, it started playing a calming melody. He ruffled your hair and laid you down in your bed, tucking you in under your fleece blankets the music soothed you. It helped you forget your worries of today, helped you forget how scary everything was moments ago when he’d just appeared in your room. Now here he was, humming you a soft tune and sending you off to sleep. “Rest well little fawn. You know where to find me if needed…”

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months ago

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As per your request... *my* request!

Character: Terry Silver

Objects: A candle, glasses and a necktie (these totally don't lend themselves to smut or anything...)

Hahaha if you know me, you’ll know I’m an out of the box writer so what you think you’re going to get isn’t necessarily what you will get.

References to upcoming fics 'Three Men & A Baby' & 'Self Defence'

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore@kmc1989@somethingdarkside17@noonee333

The scent of sea salt and water lilies floods Terry’s senses as he steps into the living room a glass of wine in one hand and a mug of chamomile in the other. There’s a candle burning in the centre of the coffee table, Driftwood, he thinks it’s called.

You tilt your head up towards him, the glasses you use for reading perched on the bridge of your nose as you set your book down on your lap.

“Something to help you sleep.” Terry says softly as he places the cup on down on the coffee table in front of you.

You’ve barely slept since the night it happened, you’ve moved into the guest bedroom because you can’t stand to be in the main one anymore. Terry’s thinking about putting the house on the market because your home, it doesn’t feel like one anymore. It’s just another thing that Kreese took from you.

He loosens the necktie around his throat as he takes up residence on the couch alongside of you. It’s felt like a noose around his neck all day. He was the only one in attendance at the cremation, he’d watched Kreese’s body loaded into the cremator from the viewing room before they’d pushed the button.

He’d waited the full three hours just to see those ashes scooped out. It isn’t until then that something settles inside him. The monster that tried to kill his wife is gone.

“What do you want us to do with the remains?” They had asked him and Terry had shrugged his shoulders.

“I really don’t care.”

He hopes they sit in storage forever, forgotten, alone.

You reach for his hand, clasping it tightly before you guide his palm to rest upon your stomach. He feels the tiny nudge against his hand and the edges of his mouth turn up into a small smile.

“He’s been doing it ever since you came in.” You tell him as his hand tracks the movements, they feel like tiny butterflies impacting against his palm. “I think he knows the sound of your voice.”

“That’s because his daddy reads to him every night.” Terry says tenderly as his fingers stroke over the space where his baby resides.

He almost lost this, his wife, his baby, his family.

He thinks of the two of you continue like this it might still happen. He knows you’re struggling with the trauma of that night, the effect it’s having on you, on the baby.

“Georgia,” He says quietly. “Let’s get out of LA for a while, we can go to Osaka or Kyoto, have Sebastian there. It might give you the space you need to process what happened.”

He means the fact you killed a man, stabbed him in the throat, watched the life drain out of his eyes.

“Osaka.” You say finally, your palm smoothing over your baby bump. “I want to see the cherry blossoms again.”

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reveluving · 9 months ago

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see you on thursday ; jeff sadecki x reader

summary: the future starts to seem brighter when Jeff reunites with a familiar face in front of the therapy clinic.

warnings: bits of angst ; infidelity (teen!Jeff, not on reader), Shauna slander (sorry but it’s a habit at this point kdlsjsdl), your issue is unspecified in therapy (besides the plane crash), self-deprecating humour, Jeff's a little ashamed about therapy but you talk him through it. all in all, loads of fluff! 🩷

a/n: based on this ask because who am I to say no to this handsome? can't thank you enough for sharing with me this lil' idea and I hope to see more!! 💋 don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'But it was over. It was like a total reset, as if life was finally giving him the chance to be good.' ;

Jeff was the first to see you, and the second he recognized who you are, he immediately turned around, standing awkwardly in hopes that the girl he truly had a good relationship with back in high school didn't see him like this; from a well-off charmer to nothing more than a newly divorced man who has been seeking therapy for a few months or so.

Surely, that wasn’t her, right?

“Jeff?” His stomach flipped, cursing his luck.

“(Y/N), hey,” He mentally facepalmed, embarrassed for eagerly greeting her even before his eyes landed on her, “Surprised to see you here.”

“You're telling me,” You grinned, “You just finished your session today?”

“Yeah… You?”

“Just got here,” You cocked your head in the direction of the entrance, “Running a little late, though. But it’s really nice seeing you. See you around!”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around.” His voice fell to a whisper by the time you entered the building. It all happened so fast, not a second was offered for him to just… digest whatever just happened.

You saw each other again a week later, greeting each other in a rush once again as it was Jeff who was running late to his session. By the time you bumped into each other again the third time, you realized your sessions aligned.

Every Thursday, with Jeff's usually an hour before yours.

You had different therapists, though, with Jeff's specializing in his past mistakes and yours highlighting the uncertainties for your future.

The first month of your reunion was nothing more than a quick chat in the waiting room or by the smoking area outside the clinic, with none of you dared to ask about the other's issue—the immediate sign of trust and comfort.

Mustering the sheer courage to ask you out for coffee at a nearby café was hard, asking a particular question was harder, largely because he wanted to word it right.

“You weren't like, scared?” He approached the topic ever so slowly upon questioning your decision to try therapy.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't,” You shrugged, swirling your cup, “Trust me, it took me a while. But I wasn't really getting somewhere, just thinking about it. I mean, having nightmares about being in a plane crash is one thing, who's to say there won't be a crazier, more traumatising thing than that in the future?”

He chuckled—he learned you had a knack for lightening up the mood for a topic you were still recovering from.

But he also wanted to know one more thing. An embarrassing thought, but like you said; he wouldn't be going anywhere if he didn't at least voice it out.

“And you don't think it's a little weird to see me going to one? And me looking like this?” He motioned to himself from head to toe with a quirk of his brow. He didn't mean it in an egotistical way, not by any means. But he'd be lying to both you and himself to say he wanted to flee when he saw you after over a decade.

“To be honest, I was kinda surprised you even recognized me at the centre.” He continued, the corner of his lips quirking half-heartedly.

“Jeff,” You said his name with a chuckle, and boy, was it the sweetest sound he had ever heard, “It’s the 21st century. If anything, I think you’re real brave for…” You motioned your hands around, hoping to find the right words, “Y’know, breaking the norm. Putting your fear and ego aside for potentially positive life-changing advice. And besides, I can’t forget a cute face.”

Oh.

Ever since the bashful look growing on his face as he stared into his drink, you made it a point to compliment him often. Each is as genuine as the last.

“Hey, we're scared of things we might not be aware of. Scared of making mistakes, whether we've done it before or not. But at least we know we're going through some shit. If anything, I'm a little more confident going to therapy, knowing that a familiar face is going there, too,” It was impossible not to mirror the smile on your face, albeit, yours more comforting than his, “We'll get through it. Together.”

You meant it platonically.

He knew that you meant it platonically.

And yet, none of you could help it.

It took a while to make your feelings explicitly known to each other, largely because both of you wanted to be better before taking the big leap.

Your first true date, funnily enough, wasn't at your usual café. Much less of the milky coffee he'd get or the watered-down iced drink you'd opt for. Rather, he brought you to a quaint diner he had frequented during the last few months of his crumbling marriage with Shauna.

“Sorry about your divorce.” Somehow, Shauna became the subject in hand, but not in an awkward way.

“You didn’t even like her.” His tone wasn't accusatory but more so a lighthearted fact, paired with a knowing smile.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” You responded with little to zero regrets, and so was the look on your face, “But you did. Love ain't easy to brush off.”

You were truthful yet considerate, if that made sense.

He knew that someday, the diner would play a big part in his life, even after he became a bachelor. It was one of the places he sought after if the house felt too stuffy, too awkward to be even in the same building as his ex-wife. Too many thoughts about her disloyalty, and soon enough, his own when he was a teen.

He wants to be better. He always has since he and Shauna became a thing, when he became a husband, and he held onto that hope for too long, even when he saw that the relationship was hanging onto a thread.

It was bound to happen. It was karma. It was the universe coming back to bite him in the ass, and he accepted it.

But it was over. It was like a total reset, as if life was finally giving him the chance to be good.

And he will, as he always has for years.

With the weekend rolling around, he didn't have to worry about closing his store in a rush to head over to your place. Not once has he ever come over empty-handed, especially with takeouts that would leave you with leftovers for the morning after.

This time, he found you just about to carry a big box.

“Whoop, whoop, hey. Hang on,” He tried to get your attention, picking up the pace without the risk of dropping the sets of lunch he had bought, “Let me get that for you.”

“I can handle it.” You reassured, hands still holding the box but not lifted just yet.

“Nope. I'm not moving until you put it down.” He was dead set on helping you, standing in the middle of the walkway with a supposedly serious look. Still, you giggled—if he had dog ears, they would've definitely drooped.

You fondly rolled your eyes, “Okay, okay. At least let me hold the food?”

He relented, knowing he couldn't say no with the way you fluttered your lashes at him. He passed the bag of food to you so he could easily carry the box, but not before making a show by puffing his chest to hear your irresistible laugh.

As if that wasn't enough to make his heart flutter, you pressed your lips against his cheek, pulling back with a little ‘smooch’. A flush of embarrassment rose to his cheeks, and before he even realized it, a goofy smile made its way to his face.

“Thank you. One of these days, I'll make it up for your chivalry.”

“I mean,” He was almost too shy to meet your gaze. Almost, “I won't say no to your kisses. They're kinda nice”

He wanted to sound as nonchalant as possible, but he wasn't fooling anybody, and it showed when you playfully pouted.

“Just ‘kinda nice’?”

He huffed in amusement, and he didn't let himself mull over his own doubts when he quickly pecked your cheek, breaking away just as quickly before you could even enjoy his soft lips.

“They're very nice.” He corrected, more confident and relaxed than before.

You weren't certain how long you'd been staring into each other’s eyes before you responded.

“Good, because I enjoy your pretty little kisses, too,” The stiffness in his shoulders had visibly eased. There was no way you could stop yourself from planting another one, this time, tiptoeing to kiss the tip of his nose.

“Plus,” You turned around, heading to the door while speaking over your shoulders, “I have plenty.”

That seemed to have snapped him out of his moment of enjoyment, though the grin that you loved remained. He immediately jogged up to you when you held the door for him.

Only to catch you by surprise by stealing another kiss before casually walking off to your living room with the box.

“I'm putting this on the table!”

You were elated to hear the excitement in his voice. An indication that whatever you and Jeff were having from this moment on…

Was just the beginning.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

Bonus:

If you're like me who's obsessed with aquariums, then I come bearing an extra!

Though your home was a lot smaller than Jeff’s, be it a one-storey house or a high-rise, it was also full of life. Thoughts and time were made into your decision-making in your decorations, not only to make your sanctuary pleasing to the eye but also, well, a sanctuary. A place where you sought comfort and safety. There has never been a day where he’s greeted with an environment of eerie silence; a funky jazz song played at low volume, random news playing on the TV, or just you humming a tune—an indication of a good day—there’s always a sign in your home that practically said; ‘this house breathes life’.

But after a rare busy day at the furniture store, he comes over at night.

With the extra key you gave him, he opens the door. No TV, no radio, not even a hum. But you did call him over from the living room.

“In here!” Blue light illuminates from said room, and Jeff’s come over long enough to know it wasn’t any of your usual lamps, and paired with the sounds of water continuously running, he had a hunch of what it was.

Still, nothing could’ve prepared for the sight before him.

He has seen your reef tank plenty of times, shallow and at a length that was almost half the size of the room, placed against the wall and away from the window. Granted, he’s only seen during the daytime, so he had never gotten the chance to enjoy the beauty of it at night. Plus, you had talked about how the tank, minus the fish, could survive with light and plankton alone, but you just liked to put some effort into something you loved.

Like today.

The corals and reefs were almost neon under the singular blue light—the only source of light at that moment. The gobies and harlequin shrimps seemed more active than what he was used to, especially with you feeding the ecosystem coral food with a turkey baster. Poised and calculated, no doubt this wasn’t your first rodeo.

“Hey,” You glanced up at him, eyes brighter and lit up under the unnatural light, “I’m almost done. We can eat in a bit if you don’t mind. Turn the TV on, if you want.”

He didn’t. He didn’t even glance at the remote, too focused on the lively set of life, all in the good hands of the person he couldn’t keep his eyes off of, such as now.

“Wanna help me out?” He blinked, too entranced that he didn’t even notice your head tilting up at him, and with a look like that, how could he say no?

He was extra careful, dipping the end of the baster close to a coral, the palythoas, only to express his amazement as the mouths began to close, capturing its food the way Venus flytraps would. The gobies, too, approached little by little, eager to be fed by the gentle stranger. You were glad that you weren’t even halfway into the feeding before he arrived, enjoying how happy he was to do honours.

The small space between the two of you grew little by little before there was none. Shoulder to shoulder before the two of you practically stayed glued to one another, watching over the ecosystem and pointing at almost anything and everything that was remotely happening in the tank. None of you were even sure when Jeff had his arms wrapped around you after they were all well-fed, but what both of you did know was that you stayed in each other’s arms for a long time.

a/n: they are so fucking cute together that I hate them.

a/n ii: don't let this puppy dog-eyed man fool you. you know damn well he's a freak in bed. we've seen it ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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hotreadingwitch · 1 year ago

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MADE TO LIE - the date

Y/N

As Bucky pulled up to the restaurant she took in the building, regarding its fancy modern exterior and signage. The place was called EXQUIS and according to Tony’s notes, it was a popular French cuisine spot in New York that the Cranes were typically seen dining at. Their hope was that tonight they’d be there to see Bucky and Y/n on their date, convincing them even more that they were in love.

“Alright,” Bucky said quietly, placing a gentle hand on Y/n’s exposed thigh, “I know you’re gonna probably hate this Y/n but tonight we’ve got no choice. We have one job and it’s to convince the Cranes that we’re 100% together”

“I know Bucky” she sighed, resigned before gathering her courage, offering him a small smile, “Don’t worry, we’ve got this”

Bucky parked the car and got out before running to the other side and opening Y/n’s car door for her, grabbing her hand to help her up.

They strolled up to the doors of the restaurant, Bucky holding it open for her, placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. Her back arched slightly at the feeling, her body’s way of remembering the last time his hands were really on her.

“Wow” she cooed, referring to him opening the door, “What a gentleman”

The game was on.

“Least I could do doll” he smirked before planting a kiss on her hand, without breaking eye contact.

Very much on.

Y/n’s eyes widened at the contact. She quickly shook off her visible surprise, smiling at Bucky as lovingly as she could, hoping no one had seen her moment of hesitation.

“On your left” Y/n heard Sam’s voice crackle through their earpieces, notifying them of the Cranes’ position.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n spotted the twins sitting at a table in a dark corner of the restaurant just as Sam had said. Bucky pushed Y/n forward where they were greeted by a cheery waitress.

“Welcome to EXQUIS” she smiled, “Table for two?”

“We have a reservation under James Buchanan Barnes” Bucky replied, his voice low.

“Right this way” the waitress replied, as if she’d done this a hundred times before, which Y/n was sure she must have.

The pair followed her to a table in the centre of the restaurant, directly under the massive, modernized chandelier. Y/n looked up as they walked, her gaze focused on the beautiful fixture while Bucky’s gaze, though she didn’t notice it, was on her and only her.

“Sit down doll,” Bucky said as they reached their table, pulling Y/n out of her fancy architecture-induced daze.

“Oh right,” she chuckled, refocusing on their mission.

“Okay, you two” Tony’s voice sounded through the earpiece, “Remember we are here for you watching through the hidden cameras”

“Try not to look awkward” Steve’s voice added.

“Yea” Natasha chimed in, “That’ll just make it obvious”

Was everybody watching them? Y/n thought to herself self-consciously. There really was no room for error.

“Ignore them” Tony stated in that easy-going manner of his, “Tonight is not about fighting, or anything that we typically do, it’s just about reminding them that you’re together now”

“As if they could forget” Sam snickered.

“Hold my hand” Bucky’s brushed hers, the feeling of his light touch making her skin tingle with memory, “They’re watching”

“Mm hm” She cleared her throat before plastering on her most loving smile and intertwining her hand with his. They fit together well, like murder and mayhem. Though Bucky was warm to the touch Y/n noticed his skin was also rough. She turned his palm and began to play with the inside of his hand, stroking both the rougher parts and the softer parts, her gentle fingers running over the callouses he had from years of violence.

“Ooh it’s getting romantic” Wanda giggled.

Y/n blushed but continued anyway, drawing small shapes in the centre of Bucky’s palm. When she looked up his gaze was fixed on her, like he couldn’t look away. Y/n felt like his eyes were seeing into the depths of her, seeing everything she wanted to hide but somehow couldn’t, at least not from him.

She broke the eye contact, breaking into a loud laugh, “Don’t be so serious baby, you’ll get wrinkles”

She heard laughter over the earpiece.

“I’m 98 Y/n” he chuckled back, “I think I would have gotten them by now”

She beamed at him and he stared back in a way that made her unsure whether each small moment of affection that passed between them was fake or not. Luckily, the waitress reappeared, interrupting the moment in order to ask what they’d like to drink. Y/n looked at Bucky, expecting him to order, to which he simply shot back a “ladies first” before leaning back in his seat.

“Oh um, I’ll have a glass of your best Chablis” Y/n smiled up at the waitress, her accent coming through with the name of the French wine.

“Make that the bottle” Bucky added, causing Y/n to raise her eyebrows, “And a Manhattan for me s’il vous plaît”

“You didn’t tell me you spoke French”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me Y/n and yet somehow you know more than most”

His admission hit her right in the chest. Bucky was not like her, he wasn’t naturally honest or open or even sometimes kind but the more time she spent with him the more she was beginning to realize how hard he was trying to be good for her.

“Damn,” Sam’s voice came softly through the intercom.

It took all of Y/n’s strength to not tell him to shut up and stop ruining the moment right then and there but one wrong move, one hint that they were on a mission and not a real date and the Cranes would bolt. Luckily, their drinks soon arrived and, though it felt like it went on forever, the rest of the evening went off without a hitch. By the time they were leaving, having both made their point and eaten a delicious 4-course meal, it was pouring rain.

Bucky let go of her hand as they exited the restaurant, stepping into the deluge to get the car. She stepped forward, throwing her arms out to the sides, letting the rain wash over her. The day had been a lot, she valued honesty more than anything but still confessing always took its toll. Bucky turned, practically doing a double-take when he saw her grinning like an idiot.

“Are you crazy?” He laughed breathily, “You’re gonna catch a cold”

But he didn’t stop her, no, instead, Bucky came right up in front of her, cupping the sides of her face with his large hands. Her arms dropped to her sides as she focused on his intense gaze, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“They could be watching you know,” she breathed, her voice a low whisper.

“Yeah, right,” he said gruffly, his voice thick, “They could be”

And with that, he kissed her. It was an all-consuming kiss, one full of hunger and pure need. The rain fell down over them as they grasped each other tightly, exposing everything that both of them felt and even when their lips broke apart, still, they lingered. It wasn’t fake and they both knew it though neither of them dared to say anything even when they were finally in the heated sanctuary of the car on their way back to the hotel.

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padfootagain · 1 year ago

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The Last Ones on Earth (I)

Chapter 1: A Mission

Hi everyone! It’s me! Mrs. No-self-control! Here I come with a new series! The concept is simple: what if the Darkling was a little less alone…

I hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

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Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Warnings for the series: mentions and depictions of violence and warfare, mentions of trauma

Warnings for the chapter: None

Summary: You and the Darkling are a team, even if no one knows it. Beyond being a team, you are the only one he trusts, and he's the only one you care about, and you're each other's true love. But if you've kept your secrets hidden for a long time, now that the Sun Summoner is fighting against you, it's time to reveal who you are, and what you are capable of...

Word Count: 5214

Masterlist for the series - The Darkling's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

It’s very dark outside, but that’s okay. You like it this way. After so many years spent by Aleksander’s side, you’re used to the shadows. You find comfort in them now.

You remember when you were a child - such a long, long time ago – you used to be afraid of the dark. You longed for daylight, moonlight, anything to pierce the black veil covering your world. You couldn’t see anything around you, the unknown was a scary place. You didn’t realize by then that the shadows were a hiding place. If you couldn’t see a thing, no one could see you either.

Besides, the dark was a place filled with stories of monsters and spells and evil creatures lurking in its midst. It was evil, against the goodness of light.

What a fool you were by then…

You’ve never gotten used to the sight of the Fold. You should have, it’s been here for such a long time now. Still, you struggle with the view of it as you stare at the darkness by the window: the sharp edges of its unpalpable wall, the shouts that struggle to get out of it, to escape.

It’s a prison, in a way. You want to make it a key towards freedom…

“Are you certain that this is a good idea?”

Aleksander’s voice is deeper than usual; low and cold but you know him enough to identify the worry that’s there too. He sounds almost afraid. You know he’s terrified, actually.

It’s a rare emotion to hear in his voice, and you turn to look at him at the sound. He’s standing in the middle of the room, gaze lost on a map splayed on the table at the centre. You know he doesn’t see any of the lines, any of the names or letters traced in black ink. The light is too low, only a torch and the fireplace, painting strange shapes in red and gold over the furniture, the walls, his tall frame…

You walk across the room, steps slow and measured, trying to be quiet, as if not to scare him away. As if he could ever walk away from you…

You don’t speak until you’re standing by his side. You lean against the table, your back against the wooden furniture, so you can stare at him. He doesn’t turn his black eyes towards you though. He’s too lost in thought, or perhaps he’s fleeing your gaze. You’re not sure. It doesn’t really matter, anyway.

“We don’t have a choice,” you speak in a soothing voice, crossing your arms before your chest. “They won’t let you go anywhere near Alina. But they don’t know who I am. We know they’ve taken Genya and David in. Probably others too. They could want to take me in too. I can try and get closer, close enough to talk with her.”

“And if you can’t convince her?”

“It doesn’t matter. It will give you time to access Keramzin undetected. And I’ll make sure she joins us, whether she likes it or not.”

“She will try to kill you.”

You notice the way his fits clench by his side, so tightly you’re pretty sure it hurts. His knuckles have gone ivory with the strength of his gesture, even if his voice didn’t falter. You reach for his hand, and he lets you slip your fingers between his.

After all this time, it still feels the same. The rush of his amplifying powers coursing through your veins. The callous pads of his fingers brushing against your knuckles and sending shivers down your spine. The warmth of his palm soothing you, making your heart skip a beat…

You know he feels the same. You see it in the way his hold on your hand is tender, in the way his shoulders drop ever so slightly, in the way his gaze shifts in your direction, without looking at you. He’s averting his gaze still. It’s alright. You’re used to it.

“I’ve survived more perilous situations.”

“Because I was here.”

“Don’t take all the merit. I’m incredible.”

He lets out a shaky breath, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. There was a time when he would have offered you a full laughter at that remark. It was a long time ago, when you were young, and too naïve for this world. When you still believed there was a peaceful way out of all this…

“I will be cautious,” you tell him, and your voice sounds like a promise, your tone makes him tighten his hold on your hand. “I will come back to you in one piece.”

“You’d better. Or you’ll have me to deal with.”

“I’m sure I should be terrified of the Darkling’s punishment, but I really am not.”

“You should be.”

You scoff at that.

“We’re alone, you know. No need to play the cold, tough guy with me. I’ve seen you cry before.”

“I’ll cut off your tongue if you tell anyone about this story.”

And his voice is icy, and firm, and serious, and anyone but you would have trembled before such a threatening tone. But not you.

You’re the only one he would never hurt in any way, and you know it. He could kill, torture, destroy, annihilate everything, the entirety of Ravka, of the world even. But not you. You could betray him, you could try to kill him, and he wouldn’t lift a finger to stop you. You’re the only one he wouldn’t punish, the only one he would forgive. You make him weak like that.

And he hates it. He hates it, but he needs this fragility, this one weakness. He must indulge it, he doesn’t have a choice. And you know it, you feel the same about him. That’s why you’re never afraid when he’s around, no matter what he does, no matter what he says. You trust him too much for that.

When he turns to you, at long last, he forces a tender smile to his lips.

“And throw it to a Volcra?” you ask, struggling not to smile too brightly.

“Or one of my nichevo’ya.”

“Of course, for a second I forgot your new minions.”

“You are not terribly fond of them…”

“I know how painful it is for you to summon them. Of course, I’m not fond of them. They’re efficient, though.”

You stare at each other for a while longer. In the hearth, the fire lets out cracking sighs. There’s an owl outside, somewhere, you hear it singing, the voice of a night at its fullest. There are voices in the corridor too, coming inside Aleksander’s room as shushed, barely there at all, only ghosts of other lives. Lives that will never be like yours, or Aleksander’s…

“I will have to tell Alina the truth, if I want to have a chance to convince her.”

Aleksander clenches his jaw.

“You shouldn’t. It’s too dangerous.”

“We’re beyond pondering about risks, I reckon.”

“Y/N…”

“I know what I’m doing. If I want to convince her, she needs to realise that this is not going to work. That none of it will ever work. We’ve tried it before, and it failed, because the world is not going to change, unless we burn it to the ground first. She needs to understand that.”

“I’ve tried to show her…”

“No, you’ve tried to lure her into trusting you too blindly to protest.”

“She’s a child. She will never understand…”

“Then we’ll get rid of her. She’s too dangerous alive if she’s not on our side.”

“On this, we agree.”

You heave a sigh, suddenly tired, as if the weight of many battles fought in the past was suddenly thrown onto your shoulders once more.

And he hates it. Aleksander hates seeing you like this, tired and almost broken. But then again, after all you’ve been through, how could you not be like this? He has lost himself too, along the way. He has lived too long to remain the same.

You’re disappointed for a second when he lets go of your hand, but it only lasts a moment. Instead of your fingers, he reaches to touch your cheek.

You’re the only one he has ever touched so gently, so slowly, so lovingly. He hates it, the power you have over him. But he has never had a choice.

It was always you. It still is. It will always be.

“I cannot lose you,” he whispers, and Aleksander wishes he could add an argument about how useful you are, to at least keep the illusion that he’s not so vulnerable, but what would be the point? After such a long time loving you, it would be of no use at all. “Please, be careful, my love.”

Your smile widens, you can’t help it. It would be dangerous for others to know who you truly are, just like no one can know who hides behind the image of the Darkling. It’s safer if the world doesn’t know about your relationship with Aleksander either.

The Darkling’s wife, that would put one hell of a target on your back. And it would make him unbearably vulnerable too.

That’s why these moments are so rare these days. The ones when he calls you sweet names, and touches you like this, and lets you get so close again. There was a time, long, long ago, when things weren’t so complicated, when you were together all the time, when all you both had to do was love each other. But that type of happiness didn’t last for long. You learnt that lesson the hard way.

You are both Grisha. You were never allowed to be happy. If you want happiness, you need to fight for it.

You lean into his touch, letting him cup your cheek, brush the pad of his thumb across your soft skin. You close your eyes for a second, enjoying the soft caress. You wish you could stay like this forever…

But when you open your eyes again, and fall into his dark eyes, you read too much fear into them to be fooled.

You are both Grisha. If you want happiness, you need to fight for it. And if it means that you must burn the entire world, until there’s no one else left, then so be it.

“I’ll come back to you. I always do. I always will,” you promise him, resting your hand against his heart, feeling its steady beat, the rhythm that matches the one under your own ribs, the rhythm that belongs to you.

He nods, and you can’t help but step into his embrace, but hold onto him as tightly as you can. It takes him a moment to reciprocate the gesture, but he does. He kisses your forehead, sweet and tender and a little desperate.

“Be careful too,” you admonish. “I’ll meet you at the Little Palace.”

“Until we’re the last ones on Earth,” he whispers into your skin, eyes closed, his voice a mantra you’ve both been repeating for years, so many years… It’s almost a prayer.

And you pray too, you pray even if you don’t believe in Saints. You know who they really were: Grisha slaughtered and brought into legends.

What an irony, to idolize the most hated people of this world…

You breathe in deeply his scent: woollen kafta, a bit of leather, something cold like a wintery night. Home.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, and that’s the safest you’ve felt in a while. When you answer him, your voice is firm, unfaltering. A promise, just like a vow.

“Until we’re the last ones on Earth.”

You leave before dawn, it’s safer that way.

You know Aleksander is watching you leave through the cracked windowpane of the room he’s taken as his own, in the deserted house where the Grisha have now taken refuge. You take one last look at the wagon that arrived the previous evening. There are still traces of blood darkening the wood.

Twelve Grisha rescued from a town nearby. Encaged. Beaten almost to death. They were to be killed without much of a trial or any type of mercy. Their crime was existing.

You are used to it by now, but you wish you weren’t. You wish it could still surprise you, that you could still be aghast by the cruelty of it. But you aren’t, not anymore, not after witnessing it again, and again, and again.

It will always happen. You’ve lost your hope for a better world made with peace and harmony a long time ago. You are not so naïve anymore. Instead, you’ve learnt how to kill.

You have a long journey ahead, at least three days of riding before reaching the last-known location of Alina and Nikolai Lantsov, along with their little group. It’s safer if you travel alone, no one will recognize you without your kefta, no one has ever paid enough attention to you for that, anyway. Besides, you’re strong enough to defend yourself. No, you are not worried about the journey that awaits you, you are worried about the negotiations that will follow.

You’ve almost guided your horse outside the lands attached to the mansion, and you can’t help but take one last look over your shoulder. Beyond the large house stands the infinite wall of the Fold. It stretches up to the heavens, loses its tip into the clouds, you wonder if it has any end. From here, it only looks like a dark void: ominous, unforgiveable. It is splayed in both directions too, from South to North, as far as the eye can see.

You can feel Aleksander’s stare upon your frame, and your eyes drift down from the Fold to its creator, to his motionless shape by the window of his room. He won’t move, won’t acknowledge your presence any other way than by staring at you as you leave. You shoot him a smile anyway.

He’s grateful for it. If he never sees you again, at least he’ll have the memory of one more of your smiles…

Ten months earlier

The Little Palace

You had not seen Aleksander in a while.

It wasn’t that surprising, with the new Sun Summoner taking up an awful lot of space and air. She enjoyed complaining too much. She also enjoyed thinking she was righteous. Maybe she was. More than you, at the very least, without a doubt.

You had not seen Aleksander in a while, and so you were surprised when he called for you, sending Ivan to look for you and bring you to his war room. You bid David a good night, leaving behind your messy desk on which you worked on some gloves to help Alina control her powers. A waste of time and energy, in your opinion, but maybe there was a tinge of jealousy that blurred your judgement when it came to her.

You followed Ivan, trying to control your heartbeat into a steady rhythm, so that the Heartrender would not notice how excited you were at the prospect of seeing the Darkling. No one in the Little Palace knew how close the two of you were, and it was better if it remained that way. It could endanger more secrets, some darker and more dangerous than a hidden love story.

Lucky for you, you had been playing this political game for a long time now. You were used to controlling your own heart. And even if Ivan was a talented Heartrender, he couldn’t sense any change in your heartbeat as you advanced towards the door of the War Room, the Darkling’s symbol of a moon in eclipse engraved on its surface.

He opened the door for you, and let you walk inside.

The Darkling was leaning above the giant map set in the middle of the room, lost in thought, considering the next movements of his own troops. He was alone, wearing his usual black kefta although you noticed that his hair was a little dishevelled after a long day. It was nighttime, after all. Dinner had passed, and with it, most Grisha in the Little Palace had gone to sleep, before a new day filled with training and work would arise. Outside, stars were shining brightly, you could guess the blurred shape of their light through the windows on the opposite side of the room.

The Darkling didn’t look up as you stepped inside, didn’t acknowledge you at all.

“Thank you, Ivan. Leave us.”

The Heartrender gave a small bow, almost a mere nod, before turning on his heels and walking outside the room without a word, closing the door behind him. You moved your hands in a quick, circular movement to lock the door.

You relaxed as soon as you were safely alone with the Darkling. Although, he was still hunched over his map as you turned to him again.

He seemed worried, his brow bearing a frown that traced lines across his forehead and at the edges of his eyes. You heaved a sigh.

“You do know that even the General of the Second Army needs to sleep every once in a while, right?” you ask, crossing your arms before your chest.

Your tone was both teasing and admonishing, and Aleksander closed his eyes at the sound.

He had missed you. Saints, he had missed you so much over the past three months. But seeing you alone was too risky for a while. Now though, with your work for Alina’s gloves, he had a perfect opportunity to require your presence, alone.

At last, he stood straighter again, looking up to catch your eyes with his black ones. He tilted his head to the side a little.

“Do I look so tired?”

“You look exhausted.”

“You don’t look so rested yourself.”

You smiled at that, and he noticed the tears that shone in your eyes. He tried not to feel happy about the sight, but he did. You had missed him too… even after all this time, you still missed him…

“Lots of things going on. Lots of things to worry about,” you answered, shrugging. “Doesn’t help that I’m working way too much because of your stupid gloves. You know how grumpy that makes me if I don’t get my beauty sleep.”

He chuckled.

“And how many years have passed since you’ve had one of those peaceful nights?”

You didn’t answer at first. Before that, you took off the leather gloves that you always wore. He was the only one who got to see you like this, with your last bit of armour, of disguise, resting on his table. You were fully yourself before him.

“Two.”

He frowned, searching through his memory. Two years…

He smiled as he figured it out.

“Our journey to Ketterdam?”

“We had a couple of days free then. It was nice.”

“We spent all of those days in bed…” he gave you a smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes that you recognized, and that made your heart skip a beat, like it always did.

“That’s what I’m saying. Despite your unbearable snoring, I still had plenty of time to rest.”

He laughed at that. It wasn’t one of his bright ones, the ones he used to give you when you met, when you tried to have a life together. But it was a laugh all the same, and you welcomed the sound of it, tried to carve it into a memory.

But too soon, the sound vanished, failing into the air, replaced by the cracking of the fire in the hearth, the soft sound of his breathing, the regular ticking of a clock. There was no sound coming from outside the room, and no word spoken inside could escape either. You were an amazingly skilled Durast, after all. You had prepared, in secret, long ago, some materials only known to you that could absorb sounds.

No eavesdroppers. Aleksander and you could talk without fear.

He clenched his jaw, straightening his posture a little. Coming into a commanding stand.

“There is much to discuss though,” spoke the Darkling in a cold voice. “We don’t have much time…”

But you didn’t let him finish. Instead, you crossed the room, and rushed into his arms.

Aleksander’s arms…

“Y/N… we need…”

“Shut up. We’ll discuss everything you want. But give us five minutes. Just five minutes to be ourselves. Please, darling.”

You felt him tremble under your touch as you called him by this sweet name. Both of you were too used to act distant, like strangers. It was good to be reminded that you were so much more than that.

At last, he wrapped his arms around you, an embrace strong, comforting, safe. Arms that had never failed to protect you, no matter what the world had tried to destroy you both…

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, your voice more fragile than you intended for it to be, but you couldn’t find a way to care.

You closed your eyes, breathed deeply his scent. The wool of his kefta, a tinge of leather, something cold during starless nights.

Home.

“I’ve missed you as well, my love,” he whispered in your hair, brushing his cheek against your temple, his beard tickling you in a delightful way.

The skin-on-skin contact made the rush of his amplifying abilities course through your veins, but it wasn’t what sent electricity travel across your spine. It was because of the hand he slipped to the back of your head, to press you closer to him, to keep you right there, tugged into the crook of his neck.

You remained motionless for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence, in each other’s warmth, in the safety of an embrace you had shared thousands of times, so familiar and missed as soon as it was broken.

“Are you sleeping at all these days, darling?” he asked in a soft, tender voice that almost sounded like it wasn’t his own anymore, after banishing it for so long.

You nodded, even if it was almost a lie.

“Just not enough,” you reassured him.

“Nightmares?”

“Sometimes. I’m genuinely busy though.”

“I wish I could tell you to get more rest, but time is working against us.”

“I know. It’s okay. You look exhausted too.”

“I am, but that’s not the point. I think I’ve found the stag, Y/N.”

You looked up at him, not breaking your embrace just yet, but frowning hard.

“Are you certain?”

“Not entirely, but it seems promising. Trackers seem to have found it in Fjerda, near the border.”

“Saints…”

“I know. I doubt it is a coincidence that we finally find Morozova’s amplifier when the Sun Summoner appears out of nowhere.”

You nodded, turning to the map to let him show you where the stag was spotted. He went on for a while about that, explaining you the whole situation in details.

It wasn’t the only thing he wanted to discuss with you, though, and you knew it. You knew him to well to be fooled.

“So, what will you do about Alina?”

You noticed that he was tensing. You felt almost guilty for enjoying this sight of discomfort. But then again, he never tensed, not unintentionally, except in your presence. He could let his guard down with you, he trusted you enough for that.

“You know what I’ve been doing about Alina,” he deadpanned.

“I know. You’ve tried to seduce her.”

“And I am certain that you hate it.”

“You’re my husband. Of course, I hate,” you scoffed.

“It will not go as far as sex, if it is what worries you.”

“Have you kissed her?”

He intensely stared at you.

“Not yet.”

“You’re planning on going that far?”

“Maybe. I don’t know yet. We’ll see.”

Slowly, you nodded, and he hated that look on your face. A mix of rage, of pain, of an anger you tried to suppress because you knew why he was doing this, and you would have been ready to go that far too, without a hesitation.

Still, he understood your reaction. He would have killed the person you needed to seduce instead of letting you play that game.

But you were more rational than him, if not more patient. You wouldn’t strangle Alina in her sleep. Instead, you merely glowered at him.

“I don’t like it. It won’t work,” you mumbled.

“She’s falling for me, already.”

“How did you do it?”

“With the truth. That no one else she knows can understand her. That she will live a thousand lives and everyone else will wither and die. Except for me. I’m her only chance with eternity.”

“I see. Nicely done, I have to admit.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Do you think it will be enough to make her agree to all of this? To use the Fold against Ravka, Fjerda and Shu Han? To kill the king?”

“I don’t know yet. But I don’t see any other way to secure her power on our side. She must believe that she depends on me. Or else, why would she help us at all?”

“What if we told her the truth?”

“The truth?” he repeated, his tone mocking. “Since when are you so naïve?”

“I highly doubt Alina will agree to destroy entire villages, slaughter populations, and draw the world she knows into chaos just for your pretty eyes. Sorry for your charms, but a crush won’t be enough for that. She won’t accept to take over Ravka if she doesn’t realize that this is the only way for us to ensure that Grisha will find peace.”

“You overestimate her intelligence.”

“And you underestimate her stupidity. She is still naïve. She’s a child, Aleksander. At her age, did you believe something as terrifying as the Fold was the only way towards peace?”

He didn’t answer, he merely stared at you instead. You were right, of course. Like always. He knew it was the only way, but Alina didn’t. She had not suffered nearly enough for that. But the two of you?

You had so many years of practice with suffering…

“I have never played with pity, I will not start today,” he spoke with too much pride, and you both knew it.

“But breaking my heart by seducing a stupid girl is perfectly fine to your standards, I see…”

“Y/N…”

“I know that you’re doing this to reach our goal. I understand. It doesn’t mean I have to like it. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to rip her tongue out every time she talks about you.”

His gaze softened, and he held out his hand for you to take, palm up, inviting you into what you knew would turn into an embrace.

“My love, there was never anyone else for me,” he let out in a breath, a tender smile on his lips. “There will never be. But we need Alina Starkov, if we want to have this peaceful life we have always longed for.”

But you shook your head at that.

“You want power now. More than this quiet life we dreamed about at first.”

His hand trembled, faltered, but didn’t disappear. He kept his offering up, hoping you would take it, the way you had always taken it before.

“Maybe,” he admitted. “I’m too angry. I’ve lost too much to want more than revenge now. But beyond it, I still want this safe life with you. The one we have always dreamt about. I want all Grisha to have it too. I won’t deny I’m thirsty for power now, that I’ve left morality behind a long time ago. You know when I abandoned it. I abandoned it the day you died.”

“Almost…”

“You were dead, Y/N. No matter how you want to call it today, you died for several minutes that day. I will never forgive them for that. And I never want to have to feel this way again. If I need to do the most atrocious things to protect you, to protect us, then so be it. I am tired of depending on stupid kings, I want the throne. I want the throne so I can make my own rules and make sure that no one is stronger than me. That there is no one against whom I will not be able to protect you.”

There was also a selfish part of him that longed for power out of pure greed, you could see it in his burning gaze. But you also knew that he was earnest when he spoke such words. He was doing it for himself, but he was also doing it for you, and he was doing it for all Grisha too. There was a time when the Grisha were the most important element, then it was you, and now, maybe it was him. It didn’t really matter. The truth was that he would never act against the interest of the Grisha, and against your safety.

His soul had darkened along the years, like his shadows. But it was still him, looking out through these black irises. The same man you had always loved.

You slipped your hand in his, holding tight, and he reciprocated your gesture in a firm, certain squeeze. Steady. Infinite. A silent promise that he would do all that it would take.

“Seduce Alina, if you think it’s the best way to make her yield,” you spoke at last, holding his stare, your voice firm and decisive. “But don’t sleep with her.”

“It won’t go that far. I won’t need to.”

“Very well, then. Do what you have to.”

“Are you angry?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be. You’ll have to leave in just a few minutes. And then, I don’t know when I’ll have a good excuse to talk to you alone again. I want to see my beloved wife smile one last time before she needs to leave…”

You snorted at that.

“I’m not Alina Starkov. I don’t fall for cheap lines like that.”

“What about the truth, then?”

He reached up with his free hand to cup your cheek, move his fingers across the soft skin, trace the outline of your jaw with his fingertips…

You could barely breathe at all, and neither could he. His gaze had grown softer, much softer. The way it used to be, a long time ago, when you were still naïve…

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, vulnerable and almost begging for safety. “I always will. There is only us. It will always be just us.”

You nodded, tears shining in your eyes, before you leaned up to kiss him, and he met you halfway. Your lips met and danced in movements you had repeated thousands of times, but they still felt the same. Passionate, reassuring, loving, dependant, desperate…

“I love you too, Aleks,” you whispered against his mouth, right before he leaned in again, deepening the kiss quickly this time.

You weren’t sure for how long you kept on kissing, safely held in his arms. None of you truly cared. All you knew was that when you pulled away at last, it was to whisper against his lips this promise you had made a long, long time ago. Vows that neither of you would ever break.

“Until we’re the last ones of Earth…”

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year ago

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Tis’ Nearly the Season

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: FLUFF.

A soft cursing sound fell on your ears as you put finishing touches on your pumpkin spice lattes - tons of whipped cream.

It was a cosy November day where neither Tony nor you had work to do, and yet your boyfriend insisted on being in the lab for ‘important shit he had to sort out’. While you were nearly done with your coffees, the sound coming from the bottom of the stairs demanded your attention more than anything.

“Tony? Are you okay?”

You called out, peering around the wall that led downstairs. You caught a cursing Tony Stark who held a pair of scissors between his teeth while fidgeting over the cream polo shirt he wore, the fabric already rolled up to reveal his toned stomach. That was a sight in itself.

“Tony! What’s going on?” You called out, louder this time to watch his eyes go wide at the sight of you.

“Oh the staple gun got away from Dum-E, the stupid tool got my shirt instead.” Tony mumbled, letting the pair of scissors fall on the floor.

Making your way over to him, you giggled as he tried his best to get the pin out. Dum-E whirred into the scene just in time to reveal an adorable hat complete with a little pumpkin sitting atop his ‘head’.

“Dum-E! Look at you, you adorable little guy!” You cooed, giggling some more as the bot gave you a twirl happily.

“Did you do this?” You turned to wrap your arms around Tony who was already scratching the back of his head and gauging your reaction.

“There’s more.”

Tony took your hand and led you inside his lab, which looked radically different from what you were used to.

Small pumpkins and gourds adorned the tables and a soft yellow light emitted from the otherwise stark white room. The man had actually decorated the place.

You could even see a bunch of candles laid on the centre table at the far back where Tony had his large comfy sofa that you often fell asleep on.

“It’s for when you fall asleep on the couch while I work.” Tony spoke softly, keeping your fingers entwined as you walked towards the sofa.

A couple of cosy-looking knit blankets were thrown on the couch, along with pillows. Your heart could’ve melted into a puddle at the thoughtfulness.

“The brown one is large enough for the both of us.” He added with a small smile; the amount of times you’d begged him to join you for a nap and him dismissing you quoting ‘there isn’t a blanket here and I need one for napping’.

“I got you a new coffee machine as well, and the fridge is stocked with ice-cream. Stark’s Raving Hazelnut obviously.”

The last addition made you roll your eyes and chuckle, nevertheless making you wrap him in a big hug and press a sweet kiss against his cheek.

“You sweet, thoughtful, self-obsessed little genius.”

You swore you saw him blush before he captured your lips in a tender kiss, his hands pulling you closer by your waist.

“You always say I gotta try harder, well, it’s not much but it’s a start. I want to do this for us. I love you, Y/N, so much.”

His honest admission nearly brought tears to your eyes, the man was capable of being the most insufferable pain in the ass one moment and the next he could be the sweetest guy known to humankind.

“I love you too Stark. I wonder what you’d do for Christmas?!” You exclaimed, leaning your head against his shoulder and taking in the new Stark Lab that looked so much more like a home now.

“Oh we got a plan, the Jingle Bell protocol. Don’t we FRI?” He grinned, pretty proud of himself for having thought everything through.

“Indeed, boss.”

You chuckled and let out a happy sigh, pressing yet another kiss on Tony’s stubbled cheek, already picturing your days down in the lab, full of laughter, love and hope.

A/N: HELLO HELLO STARK SQUAD! I am alive. This is just a little surprise drabble I thought about on my way back from work today.

Also an apology for delaying our beloved Dom! Tony series. Hope y’all like this.

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i-didnt-do-1t · 2 months ago

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Day 10 of @ailesswhumptober

Self-worth issues/pushing away a loved one- “you don’t need to earn this.”

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Katherine wasn't sure when her and the Delancey brothers became friends. When she had darkened their door for the first time, months back now, it had only been in relation to the article she was writing. An exposé on the Refuge.

The boys in the lodging house had already done their fair share, sitting down and talking to her, despite their fidgeting and the way they wouldn't quite meet her eyes. Jack had, well, Jack had tried. But it was difficult he told her, to speak about everything that happened then. It was fine till he was midway through a sentence, and then just became, lost in it, almost. Like he was still amongst the damp halls and could hear the creaking wooden floor, the familiar sound of Snyder's footsteps.

She'd stopped asking then, thought it would be better to let him come to her if he had anything else he wanted to say. It was disconcerting to see him like that, usually so full of life, a smirk never far from his face and always so tactile, not still and curled in on himself like this.

Then he had cleared his throat and trying to regain strength in his voice had told her that she might have some luck talking to the Delanceys, if she was looking for more evidence to build a case against the refuge in her article. They'd been there for longer than he had. And Jack had been in and out for a long time.

It was partly how she ended up here, now, sat on Morris's bedroom floor with the skirt of her dress splayed out around her, scrawling into her notebook and swiping at the eyes with the back of her hand.

Morris didn't seem to notice she was crying, or maybe he just didn't care. She couldn't blame him.

He was sat in the floor opposite her, back against the frame of his bed and trying to work out the pay him and Oscar should've got this past week. It was a job that had been given to Oscar, he'd told her a while back, but Os had never been good with numbers.

It had been a last resort to show up to their door, Kloppman was unwilling to let her stay at the Lodging House over night and she'd already stormed out of home. A brutal argument with her father that made her feel sick to her stomach to think about. There was no way she could back there, not tonight.

So she'd ventured in the fading dusk toward the house just around the back of the distribution centre, and hoped Wiesel wouldn't be the one to open the door when she knocked on it.

She knew she looked a state, red rimmed eyes and god her cheeks always got so blotchy when she cried but she didn't mind Morris seeing. She had seen him look worse, had even patched him up after a fight once, a vicious thing with Oscar that had left him with a bruising jaw and split brow.

He hadn't asked when he gave her a once over and then let her in, hadn't asked when he boiled some what and made a strong cup of coffee and left it out on the table for her. Katherine didn't really drink the stuff, but it was a kind gesture all the same.

Oscar didn't have near the same amount of subtlety.

She hadn't even realised he was home, Morris hadn't either if the way he jumped when Oscar swung the bedroom door open was anything to go by. She could smell the whiskey of him, even from a distance; and it never failed to impress her how quiet he could be even if he was drunk.

"The fuck is Pulitzer doing here."

Morris glanced at her and then answered Oscar like she wasn't sitting directly in front of him.

"I dunno. She was crying."

"Yeah I can tell."

Katherine wanted the ground to open up.

"I am here, you know." She said.

And Oscar's gaze finally landed on her properly, far too sharp for the amount of drink he'd had.

"Yeah. Fuckin' askin' why."

She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth in an attempt to stop the sob she could feel working it's way up her throat. She knew Oscar wasn't kind, it had been one of the only unchanging features over the last few months, so she should've been used to the tone of accusation. The barely restrained annoyance.

She leant forward so her back wasn't against the frame of his bed.

"I had a fight with my father-"

"He hit you?"

"No, no nothing bad-"

"Nothin' bad?"

The backs of her eyes burned. "I was talking back. I deserved it."

Oscar rolled his eyes and stepped around her, she couldn't help but flinch at the movement.

"So Mo then," Oscar said casually as he all but fell onto the bed behind him, undoing the top couple of buttons of his shirt, "all those times da went at him, he deserved that yeah?"

"No. No that's not the same-"

"Yeah course. Different with you. Rich, wee, girl an' all."

"That's not what I meant but I- I was arguing back with him. And he's right, it’s shameful, I'm shamef-"

Oscar barked a laugh, something sudden and mean.

"Yeah? What'd you do?"

"You don't have to be cruel."

"Nah, sounds like your da's got that handled."

It was Morris's turn to snort a laugh, and Katherine would've pushed herself up and stormed out of the room if it weren’t for Oscar's heavy hand landing on her shoulder, squeezing just a little too tight.

"Get off-"

"Y'know you don't gotta earn this shit from your folks Pulitzer."

Katherine tried to shrug his hand off-

"Seriously- like take fuckin' Mo. He's an idiot an' I like him anyway. Our folks never did."

She noted how Morris's jaw tensed, but he didn't argue.

"Take it from someone who knows Kath. Folks are shit. And hell maybe ours were right about us, but you're better than that."

"But-"

He let go off her shoulder, and lightly slapped his hand on the nape of her neck instead, the way she'd watched him do to Morris a hundred times over.

"Don't let it fuck with you. They already hate you enough, no point in hatin’ yourself too.”

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Chapter Ten (Part 2)

We stay in the pub for hours after that, getting drunker and louder with each drink, and the three others keep getting up from the table at various intervals to use the bathroom, which I assume is because of all the liquid they’re drinking, but I don’t think I’ve ever needed to pee that many times in one night, even during my worst binges.

Fiona is the kind to get sloppy drunk, her limbs heavy and her eyes drooping in a way I know my mother would vehemently disapprove of if she were here to witness it. At some point she rests her elbows on the table and stares at Dean with a lopsided smile, her eyes seeming to blink at alternating times. “Did you know that Leanne in our class fancies you?” She slurs. “She told me before.”

“No, I didn’t.” He says, bored.

“I don’t think you’re meant to just… spread that around.” I say to her. “She probably didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Who cares?” She responds. “She just shouldn’t have told me then. Obviously I was probably going to say it, like.” I make a mental note to only ever tell her boring lies about myself from now on.

“You wouldn’t go there?” Marnie asks him. “No love for Leanne?”

“Nope.” He says before polishing off what’s probably his sixth vodka and tonic.

“Anybody else then? Who do you think is cute in our class?”

He looks amused. “What a question. I don’t know. I don’t think about it really, I go to college to get my degree, not the ride.”

“What utter rubbish, we’re all sexual beings. We can’t help but notice each other, it’s only human nature. Everyone is thinking about sex most, if not all of the time.”

Dean shrugs.

“Out of the three of us then.” Fiona says. “Go on. If you were to pick one of the girls at this table.”

I laugh awkwardly and stare down at my drink hoping that he doesn’t humour her, but I’m not surprised when Marnie starts egging him on with a self-satisfied smirk on her face because she already knows that he’d pick her. “Yeah go on, just for fun. Who would you choose?”

He shakes his head.

“Come on. It doesn’t mean anything. I won’t tell, Evie won’t either and Fiona, well, I don’t think she’ll even remember what you say.”

“Hey, bitch. I will” Fiona mumbles.

“She won’t.” She says to him, and then reaches over the table to start prodding him in the arm because she can see how much he’s resisting. “Come on! Just say it! Just pick one!”

“Christ, alright.” He bats her hands away and then holds his up in a gesture of surrender. “But don’t blame me if someone gets her feelings hurt.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She says sweetly. “Spill it, we don’t mind.”

“Alright…” He says hesitantly. “Well if I had to pick one of you, it’d be…” I watch him scan Fiona first, then Marnie, and then when his eyes slide past hers and lock with mine instead he says: “Evie.”

There’s a pause. I can sense Marnie trying to gather herself. “Oh!” She says in a voice that sounds far too bright and easy. “Cute! Yeah why not?”

“That was a stupid question.” I say defensively. “It doesn’t mean anything, it was just going to make things awkward.”

“I’m not awkward.” She speaks in a cheerful voice but her eyes are hard. “Are you awkward? I’m not awkward.”

“Marns, did you want it to be you?” Fiona says tactlessly. “Sure you have Ulysses and all.”

“Ferdia.” She says tightly.

“Right, yeah. Fergie Ferg.” She starts trying to rap Fergalicious even though she doesn’t know the words while Dean shifts in his seat. “Do yous want another drink, or?”

“Yeah.” Marnie hands him her empty glass. “Another of these. Take my card.” She opens her purse and tosses her debit card at him across the table. “The number is 3029. I don’t care, just buy whatever you want, doesn’t matter to me.”

“Right.” He says, and then places an unexpected hand on my lower back. I almost spring out of my seat. “Do you want something else?” He asks me.

“No.” I say. “I’ve probably had enough now, thanks.”

He keeps his hand where it is. “Are you sure?” and slowly, he traces a line up the centre of my spine with his finger that makes me feel like my flesh is jelly around my skeleton and my insides are melting. I can’t suppress the shiver that rips through me, and Marnie’s eyes are scalding when he gets up from his seat.

“That was all so weird.” I attempt to laugh but it sounds incredibly fake. “What a weird question, I can’t believe he actually answered it.”

“Yes well, now we know.” Her smile is so thin-lipped that her fillers disappear. “I bet you’re secretly thrilled it’s you.”

“No.” I say, feeling a sickening sense of dread because the way that she’s looking at me, the way that she’s talking to me reminds me so much of Kelly and I instantly forget how normal people react to this kind of conversation and revert back to being fifteen in an instant. “No it was super weird to me, I wish he hadn’t said that. I find him really gross.”

“Well, he clearly doesn’t think you are. He thinks you’re the hottest one.”

“I bet he was winding you up, he definitely thinks it’s you. You’re a lot prettier than I am so I don’t know why else he would have picked me. It’s probably just his version of a joke.”

“Youse are both wrong.” Fiona says, interrupting her own lyrical flow. “He wanted to pick me. He was just intimidated.”

Marnie ignores her and takes out her phone so she can look at it instead of me until Dean comes back to the table.

When we peel out of the bar Marnie immediately hails a taxi from the curb. “Fiona, come on, I’ll get him to drop you off at your door” She takes her friend’s elbow and guides her into the backseat like she’s an elderly blind woman. “You probably can’t come with me because we’re heading south.” She informs me, and when I remind her gently that actually, I’m on the south side too, she huffs: “Well, I’m going out towards East Wall down the seafront so it just wouldn’t be convenient. You’re going to have to get your own taxi or walk.”

“Alright then, that’s fine.” I say and when she closes the car door in my face Dean steps forward immediately and pulls it open again. “The walk is like forty minutes from here for her, would you not just detour?”

“No, sorry.” She slams it.

“She’s so odd.” He mutters as we watch the taxi pull away.

“She’s… an individual.” I say with a shrug, and then turn to start towards home. “Well, I might as well start walking.”

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” He asks me suddenly, and I turn to him where he’s still standing on the footpath, the tie from his work apron hanging somewhat endearingly out of his fleece pocket and trailing on the ground. “There’s still time for another drink somewhere if you want one.”

I consider it for a moment, and then figure I really don’t have anything to lose. What’s another half an hour? “Sure, yeah.” I say. “You pick a place.”

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Talking things over

TW: Implied child abuse, mentions of death, minor self harm

“Oh.”

Annie’s face fell as soon as Lilly gave her blunt answer.

“Oh. Well, I don’t think I- we can help, so I kind of lied.”

Of course. Lilly already knew this. She just shoved a spoon of custard into her mouth as an answer.

“Not to say I- We don’t care or anything! Because we do! Right, Mina?” Annie nudged the brunette next to her, who jumped, spilling her smoothie on the table. She stared downcast at the yellow liquid now wasted, dissolving as the enchantment on the table cleaned it. “Oh..”

Lilly nudged her custard towards Minako, rather put off by the girl’s sorrowful expression. Minako’s face brightened and she took it, her quiet voice uttering a small “thanks”.

Resting her head on her hand, Lilly glanced towards the hot chocolate stand. Normally she’d go grab one more as soon as she had finished hers, but she felt a surprising wave of lethargy. “I didn’t expect any help. It just unsettled me.” She paused, then continued hesitantly. “I had hoped she would be dead by now....”

Annie didn’t get it. “Yeah, didn’t she abandon you? I’ll kill her myself, if you wan-“ the blonde stopped speaking as she was fixed with a murderous stare from the younger assistant. “I’d like to see you do anything different in her situation at the age of six.”

“Hmph. I would never have done that when I was six. We were practically besties.”

“Did you grow up in a training centre?” “...No.”

Lilly didn’t voice her victory, twitching her ear. The memory probed at the edges of her thoughts, and she decided to indulge it this time.

”Auby?”

The pink-head froze in her tracks, turning around to see her small, thin little sister standing at the edge of the hallway. Lilly’s wide eyes bored into her sister’s, the shape and fear inside them both the same. Sounds of a fight echoed behind them from their cell. Now was their chance. Lilly held out her hand, hoping for Aubrey to lead her away.

But instead, Aubrey just stared at her. A scream cut through the air.

Aubrey broke eye contact with her sister as she turned to run. Lilly stared after her, legs frozen and hand still outstretched....

The sound of a mug clinking on the table broke Lilly out of her thoughts. Minako gave a small smile to her. “Here, I refilled your cup.” The sweet smell of hot chocolate touched her nose.

It was times like this that she really appreciated her life now. Lilly had grown accustomed to the pain by now and just these acts of kindness made it all worth it. She nodded her thanks and drowned her thoughts by finishing the burning hot drink in one go. Her throat was also accustomed to the pain.

Both Annie and Minako watched her with concern. Minako raised her hand and opened her mouth, but Annie interrupted her, obviously finding it better to continue the conversation. “If I loved you, I wouldn’t want you dea- Ow!” Minako must have kicked her under the table. Annie winced, then realised her mistake. “I mean, since I love you, I don’t want you... My question is, why? Look, I’m asking to help her. Don’t look at me like that.”

The ending comment was directed towards the younger brunette, who gave a look to Annie. It was a strange way to aid Lilly in her troubles, but she knew that the leopard crossbreed only meant well.

“An unprotected child running throughout the forest would at the very best get found and sold, and at the worst would have unspeakable things done to her. Growing up with that, even if she was freed eventually, she would not ever be happy. At least I had friends to endure things with, she would have nobody.”

The silence they all shared afterwards was comfortable to Lilly, but she could tell the other two didn’t like it. From Annie’s furrowed eyebrows, she was trying to think of what to say. Minako’s hands were trembling, a sign she was thinking of whether or not to hug Lilly. Eventually, she decided to do so, her gloved hands interlocking around Lilly’s back.

”Where are you hurt?” Aubrey whispered. They were hiding in the corner of the cell, under a blanket. Hannah was not here today, the caretaker that was would hit them at any sign of a noise.

Lilly shook, her hands clasped across her mouth as she tried to hold in her sobs. It made her chest hurt even more, and tears were starting to roll down her cheeks. Her ears flattened against her head as she gestured to her shoulder with her tail. Aubrey carefully moved around to glance at it, her own ears flattening as she saw the puffy red gash.The growing fury on her older sister’s face terrified Lilly, and she looked down to the floor, squeezing her mismatched eyes shut. They opened again to a pained squint as Aubrey’s arms wrapped around her, the latter shaking in presumably anger. Lilly buried her face in Aubrey’s brown hooded uniform, her small hands moving from her mouth to clutch at the cloth. The warmth comforted her....

Such times were painful, but at least she had her sister. The image of Aubrey’s stained, tired young face compared to the older, more lively one she had seen yesterday haunted her, and Lilly didn’t quite know why she was so scared at the thought. No, she knew.

Aubrey did not remember her.

She did not even remember her own name.

When they spoke in the hospital reception, her attitude was so different, her smile so wide, her face so innocent, it was definitely Aubrey, but her personality was gone. Her memories were gone. Her name was gone.

“She seemed happy.”

Lilly spoke without realising, so Annie’s response took her by surprise.

“Is that good?”

“...Yes. And if she recognised me, it would only cause complications.”

Complications. Yes. Aubrey could not know what Lilly did now. She couldn’t know who Lilly had become. She cou-

Wait.

A pair of green eyes watched the trio from the table next to them. Lillian. She had heard every word. Annie and Minako had noticed her too, and they looked petrified.

The dragon crossbreed thoughtfully tilted her head, her thin eyes staring into Lilly’s apparently indifferent ones. She then got up and left.

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There is Karma [Chapter 2]

Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

It had been a few days since your volunteering, you were in group chat with the rest of the volunteers, you clicked on Yoongi’s picture and added his number to your contacts. You have been seriously considering messaging him, but you don’t want to seem crazy, and if you do message him, what will you even say? Things are getting busy at work as the fiscal year is coming to an end, you decide it’s best not to say anything for now.

Ding

You heard your phone, but you were in an online meeting with your stakeholders from Japan, you couldn’t check your phone immediately.

Ding

You were curious who was sending you all these messages, nobody messaged you like this. The meeting had another 5 minutes, you thanked God that the Japanese were strict on time, meaning this meeting will actually end in 5 minutes.

Finally, you had the chance to check your phone.

You have been added to a group chat.

You saw that Sora had made a separate group chat from the main chat, with you, Yoongi, Yeonjun and herself.

Sora: So guys, I made this chat, maybe we can volunteer again as a team, there’s many opportunities posted on the main chat, let me know if anything interests anyone

‘Yeonjun Set the name of the group chat to Dream Team ☆’

Yoongi: Sure.

Yeonjun: How about we all volunteer at the Hope orphanage this coming Sunday?

Nobody had responded, Sunday was one of your free days.

You: Yes, sounds great, what time?

Yeonjun: Awesome, 11:30am

Yeonjun: Sora? Yoongi?

You could see double blue ticks on your message, Yoongi had read it, why wasn’t he replying, you were starting to feel a little anxious, hoping he would agree.

Sora: Yes, I’ll see you guys there!!! Sooo excited!!

You felt a little relaxed, your new friend Sora will be there at least, you reacted with a thumbs up on her message and put your phone down to focus on your work.

A few hours had passed, it was almost 6pm, you normally left work around 6:30pm, since you were feeling a little peckish you decided to leave a little earlier, to grab something to eat before you called it a day.

You opened the group chat, still no response from Yoongi. Just then as on cue:

Yoongi: I am busy in the morning, but I can join at 12:30pm.

A smile plastered your face as you were exiting your office building.

Finally it was D-day, you’ll get to see Yoongi today. You got dressed in mid-length pale pink pleated skirt, a white shirt, white trainers and a pale pink cardigan, it was a little chilly today. You did your hair and makeup, then messaged Sora that you are on your way.

When you arrived, Sora was already in the parking lot.

“_____! You’re here! Yeonjun is going to be little late, we’ll go first?”

You exchanged your greetings, it was nice to always see Sora being cheerful, you never really had friend like her, she was sweet, kind, and genuine. On the contrary, you were never genuine, you didn’t care about others in the past, you used to be self-centred hence having no friendships for many years until you met Sora.

You were preparing a snacks table for the children; Sora was decorating the room with bunting and balloons.

“Do you like Yoongi?” she asked out of the blue.

You almost chocked on air, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. Sora chuckled at your reaction, wiggling her eyebrows, expecting an answer.

“Umm, I do find him interesting, is it that obvious?” you tamely asked.

She laughed, “Of course not, I just had a feeling, I specifically made the group chat to bring you guys closer, you guys look so cute together, even Yeonjun thinks the same!”

You were flabbergasted and giddy at the same time, unable to contain your smile.

Sora patted your back and winked, “I’ll be your cupid, don’t you worry _____.”

It was now 12pm Yeonjun had just arrived and got to work, he kept the children entertained with his storytelling, as you and Sora made some final touches.

It was 12:20pm, you heard the door open and saw Yoongi walk in, instinctively you smiled and waved at him, he smiled back with a wink, making your heart skip a beat.

Yeonjun’s story had ended, the children were quietly sat in the library room, Yoongi asked them to follow his instruction, and surprisingly they were listening, he led them to the room where you and Sora had prepared the snacks and decorations. It was heart-warming to see them smile jumping around in excitement. They enjoyed the snacks as the 4 of you and the 2 caretakers helped to serve snack and drinks to them. After the children were done, some of them had made a little mess, Yoongi swiftly grabbed tissues and wet wipes, cleaning them, you joined in to help.

It was nice spending the afternoon with the children, you could see that multiple times Yeonjun and Sora purposely put you and Yoongi together to complete tasks, not that you minded, it was just so funny that being adults they were still pulling the high school tricks, nevertheless you were thankful as you got to learn more about Yoongi.

Yoongi liked oranges, his favourite perfume scent was bergamot, and he owned a chain of cafes under his family’s business ‘Min Corperation’, you were aware of the business but just never had the chance to work with them in the past.

Your week started off boring, it was 2pm, you decided to message Yoongi. It’s not weird to ask him out for a coffee, he does have a chain of cafes… you pull out your phone.

Hello Yoongi, would you be free…

No, it was too formal, you erased the text.

Hey Yoongi, would you be up for coffee sometime this week?

Sent.

Your heart was beating a little faster and harder, you anxiously stared at your text, it seemed fine but why were your ears burning up, you reluctantly put down your phone, screen facing down. It’s not like Yoongi will reply straight away.

You tried to focus on your work, you had to win this contract you’ve been working on for weeks, you had to prove to your father that you were worthy of taking on his company, not your half-brother Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung your older half-brother, the golden child of your stepmother, of course he would be because he was her own blood and flesh. Whereas you were a side product of your father’s extramarital affair. Your stepmother made it clear from day one she disliked you; your father was absent for the most of your childhood, you had various nannies who took care of you over the years until you were capable of taking care of yourself. You had sworn to impress your father and outshine Kim Taehyung, the bane of your existence.

Buzz buzz.

You raised your head and looked at your phone, it was ringing, it was Yoongi!

You picked up “Hello?”

“Hey ____ how are you?”

“Good, you?”

“Good good, I was wondering instead of going out, would you like to help me out with something?”

Your heart at this point was racing, you’re sure he could hear it through the phone.

“You still there?” Yoongi asked, showing a hint of concern.

“Yes, I’m here, sorry, help you with what?”

“I have new coffee roast blends, they just arrived today, I need to pick out the best one, for our winter toffee lattes, help me decide the which one to sell?”

“Of course, I’d love to!” you exclaimed, you internally slapped yourself, you sounded like you were five.

Yoongi chuckled, “Great I’ll text you my address be there for 7 yeah?”

“Yup see ya at 7” you quickly hung up and grabbed your water bottle.

Woah that was more difficult than trying to negotiate with your clients. It was 4:30pm, you decided to leave at 5pm, get dressed and leave your apartment by 6, to be at Yoongi’s place by 7pm.

Your door flew open, and walked in Kim Taehyung, why did he have to be here to ruin your mood.

“Dad want’s analysis done on the future potential partnerships, do it by the end of tonight.”

He threw the file of papers on your desk.

“No.”

Taehyung turned back to look at you with disgust.

“What do you mean, no? How dare you, you filthy little b-”

“Taehyung, I said no, I can’t do this plus it’s your side of the business” you cut him off.

He walked over to you, placing both his hand on your desk and lowering himself to your sitting level.

“Okay, I was going to tell you a little secret after you did this as a reward, so you wouldn’t be too shocked my dear little sister.” He looked soullessly into your eyes.

You were starting to feel anxious and fidgety, Taehyung never had good news.

“Fine I’ll do for Friday if you tell me what secret” you bargained.

“No-uh has to be done tonight.”

“Tae I really can’t do it for tonight”.

“It’s Taehyung for you, not just Tae, and fine, do it by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Fine. Tell me the secret first!”

“Work first”

“I will do it, I promise, can’t you just let me know?”

He was enjoying this a lot; you could see how he was trying to hide his smirk.

“Dad is getting you married to his best friend and business partners one and only son, Park Jimin.”

You were too shocked to even respond, how could your father do this to you, he knew what sort of a person Jimin was, everyone did.

“Bye sister!” Taehyung yelled as he slammed your door shut.

It was almost 5, Yoongi, that’s right, you had to leave to meet Yoongi on time, you can worry about Jimin later, for all you know this could be one of Taehyung’s sick pranks.

Chapter 3

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